<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36448793</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 18:55:57 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>no reino de S</title><description>viagem ao reino do destempo, onde as personagens de A. o deixam de ser...&lt;br&gt;
letras de almaro gravadas nas fotografias de Andreia Reis</description><link>http://noreinodesab.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (almaro)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36448793.post-116319763322202950</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 22:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-10T22:27:13.230Z</atom:updated><title>janelas sem casa</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7115/467/1600/796453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7115/467/400/796453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentes necessidade de abrir uma janela, quando te escondes atrás de um muro, ou se dele quiseres fugir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In” apontamentos para um manual da serenidade", &lt;em&gt;ou como, por vezes uma janela, esconde a nossa prisão, mas não o nosso olhar, ou como, a janela é simultaneamente a nossa necessidade de prisão e de liberdade, porque quando te expões a uma liberdade intensa procuras o muro de um lar, e quando te deparas confinado a este, abres uma janela para veres o Mundo que te liberta o olhar...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36448793-116319763322202950?l=noreinodesab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://noreinodesab.blogspot.com/2006/11/janelas-sem-casa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (almaro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36448793.post-116180814721517135</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2006 20:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-25T21:30:40.706+01:00</atom:updated><title>abandonos</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7115/467/1024/880501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7115/467/400/880501.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7115/467/1024/880501-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;lagartas (metamorfoses, da sombra? ou borboleta,,,inteira?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rastejo-me incolor na sombra, passos invertidos do ver. Restam-me as asas e o ir,,,sem saber…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36448793-116180814721517135?l=noreinodesab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://noreinodesab.blogspot.com/2006/10/abandonos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (almaro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36448793.post-116154215243729702</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Oct 2006 18:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-22T19:41:57.896+01:00</atom:updated><title>para além de mim</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7115/467/1600/andreia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7115/467/400/andreia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hibernações&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondo-me no abrigo de uma árvore,&lt;br /&gt;qualquer,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto a alma hiberna,&lt;br /&gt;sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;No ensombro, escrevo memórias espaças de um voo de mocho enamorado pela lua,&lt;br /&gt;menina.&lt;br /&gt;Caiu a noite, não há histórias nem sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;Há uma transparência cristalina que aguarda o instante, de voltar a ter cor,&lt;br /&gt;sem cinzentos-neblina.&lt;br /&gt;Dorme, a alma,&lt;br /&gt;talvez cansada,&lt;br /&gt;talvez dorida,&lt;br /&gt;dorme,&lt;br /&gt;sossegada,&lt;br /&gt;abraçada na arvore da vida…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36448793-116154215243729702?l=noreinodesab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://noreinodesab.blogspot.com/2006/10/para-alm-de-mim.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (almaro)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>